Leonard Cohen - Story Of Isaac Lyrics
The door it opened slowly,My father he came in,was nine years old.And he stood so tall above me,His blue eyes they were shiningAnd his voice was very cold.He said, Ive had a visionAnd you know Im strong and holy,I must do what Ive been told.So he started up the mountain,I was running, he was walking,And his axe was made of gold.Well, the trees they got much smaller,The lake a ladys mirror,We stopped to drink some wine.Then he threw the bottle over.Broke a minute laterAnd he put his hand on mine.Thought I saw an eagleBut it might have been a vulture,I never could decide.Then my father built an altar,He looked once behind his shoulder,He knew I would not hide.You who build these altars nowTo sacrifice these children,You must not do it anymore.A scheme is not a visionAnd you never have been temptedBy a demon or a god.You who stand above them now,Your hatchets blunt and bloody,You were not there before,When I lay upon a mountainAnd my fathers hand was tremblingWith the beauty of the word.And if you call me brother now,Forgive me if I inquire,Just according to whose plan?When it all comes down to dustI will kill you if I must,I will help you if I can.When it all comes down to dustI will help you if I must,I will kill you if I can.And mercy on our uniform,Man of peace or man of war,The pea***** spreads his fan.
